Twisting the Love - Part 7

Key massage his neck... he felt so tired. This come back schedule is eating him completely.

“Not that I was complaining. But sometime I envy other people at my age. I like to pretend that my daily schedule will be going to school and hung-out with some friend after. I wish I can freely date a girl. Hold her hands on public transportation, see some movies, eat ice cream, go to amusement park… no tight schedule, no dance practice at 2 am, no sleep at the waiting room…” his own thought drifting.

Suddenly he heard steps. “Damn. Who is that? How can they know this hideaway?” he thought furiously. That was a very rare moment that he can escape from his schedule. And every time he visited his mom at her work as a nurse on this hospital, he will come to this place. Just for a while forgetting about the world down there.

He tried his best to hide when he saw Hana came with a beautiful lady who so looked like her. “That must be her mom” Key tought. “Now I know how’s she looked when we grow older… wait… back-off… WE? GROW OLDER? Gosh… I must be too tired…” he shook his head. Then he saw they sat together and can’t help himself to eaves dropped.

Hana looked at her mom who starting to eat her bimbimbap as they sat together at a bench that secretly found on the roof top.

“How’s your bimbap omma?”

“It’s ok. But don’t you promise to bring noodles this time”, curiously her mom looked at her.

“I am sorry, I dropped them. I got hit by a moron” the memory made her pout. “I don’t know why I keep on bumping by this moron who thinks he owned this place.”

“WHAT? MORON? I AM THE MORON? This girl surely need a spank” Key gritted his teeth. "She is the one who bumped her today and her witty lips kept throwing annoying comments to me."

“Moron? He? Who is he?” her mom can’t help to not chuckle. This is a new interesting thing came from Hana. Hana never told her about boys. She seemed ignored the reality that boy do exist on this planet. She always use polite yet cold language to strange male gender. Never shook like this for a thought of boys.

“They told me he is an idol. But let me tell you omma, he is a true snob”, she wrinkle her nose. Too cute for Key to see as she kept insulting him.

Her mom smiled secretly as looking at Hana’s face. “Just don’t hate him too much my dear, as you will fall in love with him. He is a shining star that you can’t reach,” a concerned looked has given to Hana.

“Ah Omma… there’s no way I can fall in love with him. He's not my type. To complicated and I'm sure he didn't even remember me" Hana laughed was like a bell to Key ears. If only she knew, he can close his eyes and easily pictured her face anytime. “So... she doesn’t want to fall for me, ne? Why did I get a sudden itch to give her a lesson?” Key quickly thought a plan to lure her.


"How’s Appa, Omma? What did the doctor said?” she tried to change the subject.

“He’s stable now. Doctor said he is making progress. They will release him next week,” her Mom answered.

“Thank God,” Hana smiled a relieve to her mom.

“Hana…. There something I like to ask,” suddenly her mom turned her face to her. She looked so serious that make Hana heart jump with wonder.

“Your father and I have decided. We will sell our noodle restaurant.”

“WHAT? No… you can’t do that omma… The restaurant is everything for the two of you. Isn’t appa said that he even proposed you there?” Hana can’t believe her ears. She knew the restaurant meant everything for her parents. She knew the lost of her brother meant also losing their dream to keep the restaurant within their family. the dream that she promised herself that she will be full-filed at any cost.

“Hana… even when your father is releasing from hospital, there’s no way that he can manage making noodles for the restaurant. The doctor said your appa can be forced to do physical activity for long hours when he recover. Without your oppa, there’s no one can keep making the noodles” her mom wipe a single tear dropped from her eyes.

“Omma, didn’t I told you and appa that I will continue our restaurant… that I will be the one who make noodles for us?”

“But Hana, you left your piano for noodles. That’s not right dear.”

“Omma, I’ve made my decision. I can still play piano as my hobby, but not as my career. Appa and you don’t need to feel guilty. I want to continue our restaurant”, she pat her mother hands and put the best smile in her face.

“But how about your hands?” suddenly her Omma asked.

“My hands? Wh…What about her hands”, startled she looked at her mom.

“Dear, we knew about your hands injury. We knew, the accident weaken your hands and you kept hiding your pain from us“. Her mother looked her with concerned. Hana tried to hide her face. She didn't want her mom knew that her hands felt so sore right now.

"But they’re recovered now. See… nothing’s weird about my hands”, Hana tried her best not to flinch as she moved her hands for her mom to see. Her mom looked at her skeptically.

“Are you sure dear?”

“Omma, just tell appa not to worry so much. Everything is under control at the restaurant.”

“Yes, I know. Shi Hoo told me, your open kitchen is a hit. People liked the idea looking at an open and clean kitchen while they sat enjoying their noodle. I think, the most interesting part is looking at my beautiful Hana dancing with her noodles.”

“Omma you exaggerate the whole thing,” she rolled her eyes.

“It’s true. I even received some compliment back then from our customer myself, while you’re busying making noodle.” She laughed looking at Hana’s red face.

“Ok then. I need to go back to your appa. Do you come?” Hana shooked her head. “I’ll sit here for a while before go home. Send my kiss to appa, omma.” Her mom hugged and pecked her check before leaved.

She looked at her hands then tried to move them. She winched at the little action. Even a very little action felt so hurt now, she thought. “How can I make noodle with this hand?” she whispered, not knowing that she is not alone at the time. She kept moved her hand slowly while shedding tears in pain.

Key felt like someone punched in his gut. He tried to swallow it down but his stomach still felt the pain. “Why did I got this uneasy feeling?” he thought. “Why did her tears make me want to hug her? Comfort her? Did I fall for her?” A new realization hit him as he asked the question himself. “Yes, I like her. I like her enough to feel her pain. I like her enough to help her problem out.”